Unfruitful nights, so it would seem <br />Wasted, overworked, consumed by nostalgia <br />Thoughts, heap and enslave my mind <br />Enthralled at the hand of inspiration <br /> <br />I lay aboard this boat, restless <br />The waves impose a hardy tremor <br />They charge at the bow fiercely, passionately <br />Forging a tone that only Poseidon himself should make <br /> <br />Fluxes reverberate and echo everywhere <br />Giving creation to the most vivid imagoes of a sapphire sea <br />With every crash and break of a wave <br />I lessen my timidness, and embrace the unsettled sea for what it is... <br />A dark sanctum overseen by the moon<br /><br />Christian Hudak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-sweeps/
